The Golden Greenhouse

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and damp wool, a cloying mixture that clung to the back of your throat like a secret you had forgotten to keep. You sat at the long oak table, your uniform pressed to a razor’s edge, the brass buttons catching the light of the gas lamps that flickered with an anxious, uneven pulse. Around you, the officers of the 12th Battalion laughed, their voices...

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